In The night
My dreams should have been of you,
While rains hiss,
Just a mist,
The minds eye follows your light
Of the soul,
Not as bold
In the things your heart will do.

Sorrow fills,
Sadness spills,
captured love has gone away,
like a dream,
melting in this rainy day.



Gloom
to old Poetry

to the Index~~~to Poetry 1999 ~~~to Darkness ~~~to Sal-li’s Story